The Kings College - Crown Yearbook (New Castle, DE)

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Class Review Three years ago, as Freshmen, we constantly said to one another, “When we get to be Seniors—!” Now, it seems, most of our conversations include, “Remember when we were Freshmen!” Or just as likely we say, “Next year we’ll ——” only to stop short with the real- ization that next year there won’t be any “we” except for the visionary trip back to Sky- land in October, or the other re-unions we’ve already begun to discuss. Right now we’re so busy with formals, athletics, yearbooks, late snacks in the room, discussion of (steady now! )— love, and classes occasionally, that we scarcely realize the year is passing away. The thought, of course, makes us sad, for we’ve enjoyed these years together despite the inevitable pangs of changing from immature and callow Freshmen to dignified and completely adult Seniors! Even Gloria, with her passion for roller coasters, and Kathie, with her attachment for her teddy bear have grown up since these early college weeks. (In those days, of course, roller coasters and teddy bears were both a little too childish for either of them.) Of necessity, all such realizations make us think of the basic reason for living: To elorify our Lord and delight in Him forever. In our fellowship with one another we have increasingly come to know the joy of being one in Christ; in the beauty of the campus, the elory of the sunsets back of Belmar, the silver purity of the moon rising above the Delaware, the holy quietness of the green fields in the spring dawns, the brilliance of the evening star over the St. George’s bridge—all of these and a host of others have helped us comprehend a little better, the infinite perfection and beauty of Christ. Surely through the ever increasing flood of years, we shall remember gratefully the se- questered quietude of these times together, the four years at “King’s” before the final plunge into the stream of adult responsibility and service for our Lord Christ.

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Senior Sneak TUESDAY — OCTOBER 21, 1947 Although Belmar Hall was dark at one o’clock on Tuesday night, October 21, not all were asleep. Cer- tain Senior girls were very wide awake and could hardly contain their excitement. All the suitcases were packed and, while the Juniors slept, they were all gathered in Room 1. Exactly at one o’clock, as Margie and Roxy watched from the upstairs win- dow, an unlighted car drove silently halfway up the lane and stopped. As they listened they barely heard the footsteps of the class advisor, Mr. Davies, ap- proaching the dorm. He tapped on the window of Room 1 and with the help of Gloria and Kathie, who had been awaiting this signal, he gathered all the coats, suitcases and luggage of the Senior girls and packed them into his car. This was all done so swiftly and quietly that one would hardly know any- thing was happening. It wasn’t long before this same car drove away as silently as it had come—except for the thud of the fender against the post by the garden gate. All the girls breathed a sigh of relief as their bags were now safely away. WEDNESDAY — OCTOBER 22, 1947 A certain air of excitement and anxiety hung over the campus on Wednesday, the twenty-second, un- known to all except the Class of ’48 and some of their associates. Many knowing glances and words of in- struction and last minute details were exchanged among members, unnoticed by others. Soon after- noon rolled around after what seemed like an end- less morning, and then finally at five o’clock two car- loads of Seniors were on their way to Baltimore. These were: Gene’s car with Mary, Carol, Dick and Mel, and Carl’s car with the two Kathy’s, Byron, Ehrmann and Dan. These two got away without any trouble but the last car, that of Mr. Davies, with June, Marcia, Glo, Margie and Roxy, left about 5:45 after somewhat of a narrow escape. While Marcia and Margie walked down the road adjoining the high- way, Glo waited for Davies’ car so she could hide in the back seat under a blanket. June and Roxy waited in the closet of Room 1 of Belmar with Juniors, who had just found out about the Sneak, outside the door. It wasn’t long before Mr. Davies arrived back from Philadelphia, packed his things in two seconds and was riding down the lane to Bel- mar with Glo in the back. After June and Roxy were in the car and Margie and Marcia were picked up on the highway, this car was speeding away to Baltimore to meet the others at Howard Johnson’s. In an hour and a half all the Seniors were eating a previously packed picnic supper outside of Howard Johnson’s and discussing what had happened in the getaway. After all had eaten and plans were discussed, the three cars drove down to Front Royal, the begin- ning of the Skyline Drive. There at 11:30, tired and excited, all slept soundly in cabins overlooking the Shenandoah River. The Senior Sneak was no longer a dream—it was now a reality. THURSDAY — OCTOBER 23, 1947 After a good night’s rest (in spite of the cold and lack of blankets, plus the fact that a train traveled almost through our cabins at certain intervals) we found ourselves outside of Front Royal, Virginia, where the Senior Class awoke to a very beautiful view. One by one doors opened and oh’s and ah’s followed as each of us viewed the steep bank below which flowed the peaceful Shenandoah. Breakfast of cereal and pancakes was served in the boys’ cabin by Kathy Schaffer. After general con- fusion until eleven we started to wind our way onto the drive. Of course, no class trip would be complete without car trouble. This time it was Gene’s car. After much pulling, pushing and radiator filling, we arrived at a picnic ground. After lunch we continued the procedure of pushing and pulling until we arrived at Luray where Gene had his car fixed. There, after visiting the scenic underground caverns and listening to the beautiful Carillon of the Singing Tower, we started for Skyland. Reaching there about six o’clock, we dressed (somewhat) and had dinner about seven. Very politely we proceeded to satisfy our ravenous appetites. After the meal all of us gathered around the piano in the dining hall lobby, singing hymns and other songs. A few waitresses were attracted by the music (and Mel). About ten the group broke up, some going back to their cabins to write letters, some going for a moonlight ride (this is where the lion started to roar), and others going for a walk. Every- body was in bed by two. FRIDAY — OCTOBER 24, 1947 Breakfast in the rustic dining room of Skyland was the beginning of a real day of “roughing it” for the Seniors. Dressed in old clothes and dungarees, we enjoyed tumbling, playing leap frog, and even learn- ing a few wrestling tricks from Byron on the lawn in front of our cabins. We had to, to keep warm. We Seniors surely didn’t look dignified then! That was just the beginning of a strenuous day. Next was a hike of six miles—three down hill and what seemed like six up! It was fun resting on the rocks along the creek while we watched Byron’s un- tiring efforts to shoot branches down the stream; he almost went down with one of them! Then, too, it was so funny when Mr. Davies helped (?) Roxy across the little stream we had to cross. Was she heavy, Mr. Davies? Lunch on a high rock beside large and beautiful White Oak Canyon Falls was welcomed by all of us. Then came the long walk back. What a climb! Ehrmann, Mel and Byron weren’t very tired appar- ently because they went horseback riding as soon as they returned. The rest of us enjoyed browsing around in the gift shop and writing post cards. That night after dinner we spent a most enjoyable evening. Our two waitresses were invited to one of our cabins. There in front of the cheerful fireplace we played games and then closed with songs, testi- monies, and prayer. How good the Lord had been to us on our trip thus far and we were so glad to praise Him! “If we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another.”